Excerpt: The water was hot. His hands were hotter. And when he pressed me to the tile, breathless and dripping, I forgot every reason not to fall apart in his arms again. Visual Moodboard—Aesthetic Snapshot: Steam curling in golden light. A fogged mirror. Two wet bodies silhouetted behind a glass shower door. Her hands tangled in his soaked hair. His lips tracing down her throat. Water dripping off his back. Their foreheads pressed together. No rush. No fear. Just the sound of their breath mixing with water and skin on skin. The place where last night’s heat becomes this morning’s hunger.